Print Poems - Poems about Print

...instrumentalists mind, I rested thought employing it, only when needed shifting to heart, I became self-taught gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded Thomas Jeffrey Hanks......Read the rest...

...I used to be able to run full steam all day with little sleep Now I can barely walk unless I have a little cat nap because I still am a fitful sleeper at night, up and down I once ran around my ......Read the rest...

...I have a large print Webster’s dictionary on my desk. I flip through it and write down words that interest me. Then I decide what kind of poem I am in the mood to write. If I want an alliterative ......Read the rest...

... I couldn’t print my boarding pass- See Agent’s what it said. When I got it at the airport, In the corner was, instead Of the TSA Pre-check in print Upon my husband’s form, A mysterious S-S......Read the rest...

...Who knows, memories I do not A vague impression of thought Certain moments a everlasting print Others like a past good and bad Mankind ripping your dignity from Who they supposed be, hero w......Read the rest...

...Being or spirit whom to say A living light, life with emotions Who say that to which we are A monkey's descendant or rock we crawl That of a heart pumps with assistance DNA similar in all a......Read the rest...

... When we are young we may ask, where are we going? Life is a long winding road, filled with adventure. Will we stay in our hometown or,  will we travel around the world? Will our talen......Read the rest...

...Ninety five degrees standing poolside on the wooden patio in the backyard orange Androsia print apron hugging my torso propane grill propelling fumes hot as a steamroom at a suana Tendered ......Read the rest...

...One thing to which everything grows from The birth of a child, an animal roams A tree grows breath of fresh air A bird pollinate, bee sting we fight Plant a seed, even in yourself the soul ......Read the rest...

......We are magnolia'd memories, we are the four, and there are no words to salve what we saw. Now paint-petals flake and snowdrift the floor and spiderweb doilies soak up the soiling. We saw two......Read the rest...

...When my earthquakes everything I'm trying to circus balance on my last ounce of positive will the Jenga begins to fall But there are a couple of things that calm me down before the rubble of anxiet......Read the rest...

...I'm currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I'm too damaged to hug myself Then I'll let my pen tell stories of love an......Read the rest...

...The voice of my ancestors The genesis of mankind never exclude my forefathers Cos they were the beginning from the beginning So i am never alone in this cold world The connection between me ......Read the rest...

... Older age being old is always ten years ahead: meanwhile I’ve decided to embrace my present age positively I walk, don’t run, affecting a dignified lumbering; if I stumble,I welcome......Read the rest...

...I'm quite surprised I've written so many a few years ago, I hadn't any :O Now --almost three hundred in my list the "right side of my brain" doth persist And it's all thanks to PoetrySoup :-) ......Read the rest...